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[7twistedwishes]

You know the deal: for some, a pretty lady in an elegant black business skirtsuit; for others, a celestial entity full of alternative views on the nature of the universe.

And to her rare friends (or close acquaintances of commendable poliote behavior), The Devil.

In any of those ways, she is in the Bar, at the bar, musing and savoring a lemon drop martini, and would not be opposed to company and a chat.

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[witchfinder_general]

A tall, middle-aged man wearing black approaches the bar to order tea in a very educated British tone of voice.

He looks as priest-like as anybody can without wearing full clericals.

[7twistedwishes]

Oh, well, Milliways seems to have that same sense of humor as always, putting together so disparate people...

...ahem, the elegant woman offers the priest a smile and nod. "Hello..." She speaks in a sultry voice without effort, warm and charming.

[witchfinder_general]

"Good evening," the priest-like man says, politely. "I don't think I've met you here before?"

[7twistedwishes]

"I don't think so either." The woman offers a hand, in a neutral position where he can decide if it is to be shaken or kissed. "Call me Eshara."

Clearly not her name, but titles and aliases are not unusual at the End of the Universe, are they?

[witchfinder_general]

"I'm pleased to meet you, Eshara," he says. "I'm Father Pearse Harman."

He shakes her hand.

[7twistedwishes]

"Nice to meet you... Father." She seems faintly amused. "I don't think I've seen many men of the cloth in here... but then again, there are so many different people coming and going all the time."

[witchfinder_general]

"I've been told there had been s priest here before," Father Harman says. "Some Irish name..."

[7twistedwishes]

"Oh, right, Father Mulcahy. I heard the name mentioned, don't think we ever spoke." She laughs softly, looking embarrassed. "But don't trust my memory, it gets a bit unreliable at my age."

[witchfinder_general]

"Of course," he says, "in Milliways, you can never tell how young or old somebody really is. You're an immortal?"

[vyvyan]

"Hey babe."

Vyvyan sits down next to her.

"How's the kids? Learned to pick their noses yet?"

[7twistedwishes]

"And a lot more." The Devil laughs softly. "Nothing is ever boring while they are around."

"How have you been?"

[vyvyan]

"I think I might start a new business in shoes." Vyvyan says. "Nobody'll take me as a doctor yet."

"How old are they now?"

[7twistedwishes]

"Five, by my accounting of time, old enough to start making chaos with a purpose, instead of completely random..." Time to fear.

[vyvyan]

"What you doin' with them?" Vyvyan asks.

Beat.

"You got a picture or anything?"

[7twistedwishes]

"Of course I do!" She pulls out her wallet (literally out of nowhere) t show pictures of the triplets, red hair, mischievous smiles, like they are just waiting for Mom to look away to start trouble. "What kind of mother would I be if I did not carry around pictures of my darlings?"

[vyvyan]

Vyv looks at the picture and grins.

"They've got our hair." he says.

"Do you make 'em go to school or anything? I mean..." he hesitates. "I haven't been much of a dad or supported them have I?"

[7twistedwishes]

"Not yet, and you don't have to worry about it, darling; I can take care of them on my own." The Devil smiles tenderly, then points out the boys in turn, left to right. "James likes sticky things... tape and glue, mostly. John prefers sharp things, and I have no idea where Jared keeps getting firecrackers and bottle rockets."

[lazy_but_loyal]

"Where did you get your shoes?"

Pam is admiringly eyeing the woman's heels.

Pam herself is dressed in her usual fashion: a form-fitting blood-red leather jacket zipped up just enough to show ample cleavage, tight black leather pants, and patent leather stiletto boots adorned with faux silver buckles that are more decorative than functional.

[7twistedwishes]

"Oh, these old things?" The Devil shakes head. "I bought them in this lovely little shop in Rome, love them because they are nice on my feet."

She gazes at the woman's shoes, and smiles in sincere admiration. "I love yours... I need a less serious pair of shoes, soon..."

[lazy_but_loyal]

"Oh, I do miss shopping in Rome," Pam sighs with a wistful smile as she thinks back to those days when she and Eric traveled the world.

"And honey, everyone needs a pair of less serious shoes because sometimes you just have to say, 'Fuck sensible.'"

[7twistedwishes]

"Hmm, yes, I really, really should remind myself of that more often, and then neglect work to go to Vegas, or Rome, or some delicious Caribbean place..." A deep, wistful sigh. "I mean, Milliways is a nice place, but just too quiet sometimes."

Oh, right, she offers a hand. "Hi, I'm The Devil."

[lazy_but_loyal]

Now she's getting a little nostalgic. Just a little bit, because nostalgia is for other people.

Shaking hands is also for other people.

But when someone introduces themselves as the Devil... Well, she's at least compelled to play along. And so she shakes her hand, her own skin cool to the touch.

"I'm Pam."

A pause.

"Got a preferred nickname?"

[7twistedwishes]

"Hm, call me Eshara; when I mentioned to a certain greek prince how I had titles, but no name, he gave me one." Oh my. "It was the greatest kindness ever offered to me, and I wish I could properly repay him."

[lazy_but_loyal]

"Eshara. Pretty."

She crosses her arms and tilts her head, regarding her with a thoughtful look.

"You know, for some reason, I always thought that Satan would be a woman, because no man could ever make being bad look so attractive."

[7twistedwishes]

"Oh, you know how it goes, anyone can be evil, but it takes a special touch to really evil... add style, and make it look good." The Devil grins and nods. "I mean, what is the point, if you're not going to make it fun?"